At this time, a bell dinged as the elevator door parted open. Isaac entered the elevator and pressed a button.

Wynter didn't dare to look up until the elevator door was closed.

When she thought that she could no longer see Isaac anymore, her heart tightened a Little.

She stared wistfully at the elevator and didn't move from her position from a long time.

After leaving the company, Isaac went straight to the hospital.

Camila was currently leaning against the sofa. When she heard Isaac's footsteps, she immediately turned around and approached him. "Is everything going according to plan?" she asked.

With a smug smile, Isaac replied, "Yes."

Quickly, Camila began unbuttoning his suit. "I have to see your wounds," she said.

In fact, it was better for him not to wear a shirt and suit. If he moved around a lot wearing those, his wounds might reopen, slowing down his recovery.

As expected, his wounds had turned redder because of the friction. She had already seen Isaac's wounds before, but this was the first time she truly felt shocked and distressed. She wanted to carefully touch his wounds, but dared not to.

This made her laugh at herself. After all, she was a doctor who was an expert in holding a scalpel. How could she be so timid? Compared to what usually happened inside an operating room, this was a hundred times less bloody. Did she feel this way because the wounds belonged to someone she deeply cared about?

As a doctor, she would never perform an operation on a family member. She would be too nervous and might make a mistake. Thus, she planned to ask one of her colleagues to do it.

"Lie down," she told him. Isaac did as told and lay flat on his stomach, exposing his back to

Camila. This posture was convenient for her to treat his wounds.

Camila closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As a doctor, she was quick to calm down. The medicine was ready, and she began applying it to his wounds. At the same time, she told him everything that had happened to her today. When the reporter she had met earlier crossed her mind, she suddenly thought of Debora.

As Camila recalled the reporter's face, she realized that the reporter looked a lot Like Debora!

“Is it her?" she muttered under her breath. Isaac didn't hear her clearly. So, he asked, “What did you say?"

"Today, when I went with Aldrin to listen to the case, I happened to meet a woman..." Camila trailed off midsentence and added, "Forget it. It's not a big deal anyway."

With billions of people in the world, it was not impossible that there were some who looked alike.

Besides, Isaac was busy right now, and Camila did not want to bother him with such a trivial matter.

“Why don't you finish what you were saying?" Isaac asked with a frown. "It's nothing. Anyway, Trudy's funeral will be finished tomorrow. We can let it go for the time being," Camila said with a smile.

As soon as Camila finished her words, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in," she Loudly said, and the door opened at once.

It was Willie. He appeared to be carrying a cardboard box, containing documents and daily necessities.

When he walked in, he put the things on the table and walked over to them. "They chose Travis to be CEO," he reported.